My sister had a leash on me so tight I could barely stand to be around her the first few years we stayed at Big Tree. It was a funny feeling because I knew there was love somewhere there, but at the same time I hated the living guts out of her. She was just so uptight, and it seemed like she was always afraid. I would wander outside sometimes, when everyone went outside to revel under the stars and drink till they passed out, I just liked to watch 'em all. Everyone seemed so free. I didn't understand what was in the mason jars that they drank from, and I didn't know why Ethan would drag Violet away into the shed some nights. All the bigger kids were an enigma to me. But I enjoyed watching them all. Most nights though, Violet would see me, her eyes would get big and she would shove me back inside and tell me to go sit with the other little kids. I didn't know what she was so worried about all the time. We'd been there for nearly 9 years. This was our home, and she still slept with a knife under her pillow.
There was only one thing I was afraid of here in Big Tree.
Doc.
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